In Continuum.

Meme

Corinna calls this a meme.I dont know what the hell a meme really is,if it's actually a real word or did she conjure it up by her own imaginations(She has a lot of words created by herself,for herself).Anyway,here's a meme i found interesting once more,copied and pasted from her blog,and later edited.

My ex is non-existent.I love the fact she doesnt exist,so i can imagine we had the most dramatic,poetic breakup in the history of mankind.That's of course,besides the fact that she is also the most astounding woman ever.

Maybe I should start saving money for my Fender Stratocaster,Imogen.

I don't understand women.But you dont need to,you just need to love them.Even they dont know themselves,how is it the job of a male to understand them?

I lose my temper when the words i say,things i try to bring across doesnt get into the mind of some numb-minded nincompoop.

People say that love is blind.That is true,yes.But marriage is the real eye-opener.

Love is just a word you find in any conventional dictionary until somebody shows up in your life and gives meanings and definitions to that word.

Somewhere, someone is earning under 2 US Dollars,living on untreated water,weak and thin all over the body,and probably being sold to some human smugglers for enough money to feed himself while i am here typing this weird survey...thing.It's sad,but what can we do about it.

I will always be the man who believes that in his life he is going to see the love he gives returned to him.

Forever is usually a word used behind the phrase "I will love you",and like the words before it,used way too many times in cliche novels and movies it is becoming a common thing to say it in real life,till the extend whereby nobody really knows the vastness or how scary infinity really is.It almost is a punctuation,only bigger and longer than usual.

I never want to hate myself anymore.Too.;)

I think the current US President is a dumb fuck from Texas,a bloody redneck who got lucky getting his ass into the White House,who thinks that the solution to all problems involves missiles and death.

When I wake up in the morning, i am in a state of trance and feel suicidal.

My past was in a way pretty uneventful.Or rather,not as eventful as i'd like it to be.I had memories that were interesting to talk about,fun to remember,but never the ones that truly impacted my life in any way.They are not the past,but mere memories,and so many of them are there for me to deal with.

I get annoyed when people are just too stupid to know that they ARE stupid.Wise is the man who knows that they are otherwise,and the ones that do not are truly,DUMB.And it annoys the hell out of me.

Parties are for people to let go of their inner-self and allow the outer-self to take control.You work on instincts,not senses.You work on feelings,not logic.And as the night goes on you find yourself at the back of your friend's car,with your makeup all over your cheeks and half your newly bought dress drenched in your dinner,which was eaten seven hours ago.

My dog is like a ball of white fur.I think it looks more like a bear than a dog,really.It craves attention,and he bites your heel to achieve that.

My cat is a crazy vixen in actual fact that crawls at me like a bloody lunatic named: Sister.

Kisses are the best when they linger.

Tomorrow is the unknown,and the past was a pain.Today is a gift,that's why they call it "Present".

I really want to ORD,do gigs with Josephine,travel to Europe and stay there for good,write so many books and so many songs,living in a waking slumber.

I have low tolerance for people who thinks that by carrying a guitar around on the street without actually knowing how the hell you use your left fingers to press a "D" chord,is going to attract the attention of all the girls in the world.Bloody schmucks.